When I was a child I was quite short, petite and of course, cute. I lost cute while enduring those awkward teen years. Now days with manicures, straight teeth, numerous hair styling appointments, dermatologists and adorned in the height of fashion, teens don't seem to have awkward stages. However, I was definately awkward and terribly shy. Continuing through the adult years I was said to be a cute looking woman, but with wacked out hormones and lack of social skills, cute wasn't a word I ever heard used to describe me as a whole. Sometime during my 40s, having completed years of therapy and surgical removal of my hormone factory, I latched onto cute as a concept. I worked it. This was fun and ever so useful! I could "cute" my way out of anything! Instead of walking out of a room and hearing, "I can't stand her," or "She drives me crazy," I heard "She is so cute!" The beauty of this is that as one gets older, the more one is percieved of as cute. In the last 10 years of my dad's life he went from obnoxius and annoying to cute. Prior to this, his jokes and actions in the grocery check-out line weren't percieved as funny to most. This is why I am waiting to be a stand-up comedian. When I am 80, I will be funny no matter what I say and so, so CUTE.
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